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This is how I pray for the summertime

This is how I pray for the summer

Got my my glass of shandy

Now I feel fine

This is how I pray in the summer

If the more you pray

The more you stay

The less it’s gettin you down

If the more you pray

The more you stay

The less it’s gettin you down

Autumn time leaves fallin’ all around

Wintertime follows suit

Little bunnies freezin’ in the snow

Winter’s such an ugly brute

Mid city blues gettin’ you down

Take a break from the strain

Get out your card

And drink a glass of wine

Admit it you feel great

It’s the summertime

This is how it feels in the summertime

This is how I feel in the summer

Got my glass of shandy

Now I feel fine

This is how I play, yeah

This is how I feel in the summertime

This is how I feel in the summer

Got my glass of shandy

And I feel fine

This is how I play, yeah

And if your love has met it’s sad refrain

Believe me you will love again

All the best laid plans of my mice and men wrong

It’s written in this song, oh

This is how we feel in the summertime

This is how we feel in the summer

What’s mine is yours

What’s yours is mine

This is how I play, yeah

This is how we feel in the summertime

This is how we feel in the summer

Take it back to the summer of 89

This is how I play, yeah, oh

This is how we feel in the summer, oh

Spoken:

The Mondays, the Roses

Blocking all your noses

Wearing baggy clothes

In our Buffalo poses

Bank tellers, stroppy little fellas

Loved up in the clubs

Of football thugs

No malice

A dicky dread locks

Boozin’ off your socks

Big fish little fish

Card board box

Gimme french kiss

I’ll love you from the rain

I dream of Santa Ana on the road to Mandalay

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

On my mind

On my mind

In the summertime

Where the weather is hot

In the summertime

I got shivers

Down my spine